Song Description
We never run out of smoke my cup always runneth over.
| Song Length |
2:32 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - General |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits, Blissful |
Subject |
Pot, Drugs |
| Similar Artists |
Afroman, Wiz Khalifa |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
What you gone do when the last joints gone? X4
We elevated we den graduated G rated elated when we faded not half but full baked,
San Fernando Og, A little blueberry,
Purp and gorilla glue maybe strawberry,
I don't smoke blunts, they make my lungs hurt,
we smoke them joints raw cones get that work.
Now pass to her, she need a blessing
afterwards I'mma be flexing,
you look good what's your phone number,
I'mma spark this joint make you feel this thunder.
(Chorus)
What you gone do when the last joints gone,
we never run out of weed,
It's something that we need,
We don't smoke on no stress,
We only smoke the best, the best the best.
(Verse 2)
Down set ready hike I'mma need a light since New Jack City I refuse to smoke a pipe.
In my wraps I'mma twist up a sack of some Michigan's finest while I push my Caddilac.
I don't pass, don't put your hands out, I smoke what I rolled it's not for your mouth. I'm a one man session I don't have no discretion, do you have any weed? That'll never be a question. I miss California but I'm damn glad I'm home, I'm so well connected it will never be gone.
(Chorus)